最后一片叶子的剧本

琼西伏案写着日记。

（给一个特写）琼西：面色苍白的在床上躺着，一动不动的盯着窗外。

快要哭了。

情景一苏这时在买菜回来的路上。

医生：Sue, wait for me, I have something to tell you.She has one chance in ten,And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?苏：She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day.医生：Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?苏："A man?"（有一点轻蔑的大声说）"Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind."医生：Well, it is the weakness, then,I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten."情景二医生走后，苏艾走进工作室里，把一条日本餐巾哭成一团湿。

后来她手里拿着画板，装做精神抖擞的样子走进琼西的屋子，嘴里吹着爵士音乐调子。

琼西躺着，脸朝着窗口，被子底下的身体纹丝不动。

苏以为睡着了，赶忙停止吹口哨。

她架好画板，开始给杂志里的故事画一张钢笔插图。

旁白：Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.在苏画的时候，突然得到琼西的低语声。

琼西睁大眼睛看着窗外。

琼西："Twelve。

Eleven。

ten,。

Nine。

eight 。

seven", almost together.“12，歇了一会又说，“11”，然后是“10”，和“9”，接着几乎同时数着“8”和“7”。

苏：What is it, dear?琼西：Six（小声低语）They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost ahundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now."苏：Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie.琼西：Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?苏：Oh, I never heard of such nonsense,（满不在乎的样子）What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self.琼西：You needn't get any more wine,（还是盯着窗外)"There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too."苏：（走进床边）Johnsy, dear,。

will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow.I need the light, or I would draw the shade down.琼西：Couldn't you draw in the other room?苏：I'd rather be here by you,。

Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves."琼西：Tell me as soon as you have finished,（说完闭上眼睛，脸色更加惨白）（停顿了一下）because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves.苏：Try to sleep,I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come back."旁白：Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was pastsixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe. He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.苏敲着贝尔曼先生家的门，交谈了许久。